This man is something else.
If yuh see the dutty look him a give me because mi a take out MY money fi pay fi MY food.
"Wah yah do Shadia?" He glares at me.
"Paying for my food, is there a problem?" I retort.
"Lock back the purse."
"Gio, I'm-" He cuts me off.
"A you bring me out? A you bring yuhself out? No. Lock back the purse and mi nah tell yuh again." Ohh.
I roll my eyes and close it back.
The man look pan mi like him would a tump mi dung.
One like wah di man a the party get, yuh go get. Wait. My subconscious laughs.
"Like yuh wah come style man ting." He hisses.
Me bummy innuh. So me go answer.
"How me a "style man ting," Gio? I just wanted to pay for my food. Is the same thing yuh do the last time, like me come yah broke." I argue.
He didn't even look at me.
Ohh.
We walk to the car in without uttering a word to each other.
When we reached the car, he opens my door, close it when I get in, then walk around to his side.
He speeds of as soon as we reached the main road.
Listen- I'm not ready to die.
I look over at the meter...200 the man a blaze.
No, no.
"Gio, please slow down!" I yell.
He doesn't even flinch.
"Let me out! I'm not going to die with you, sorry!" He burst out laughing.
Did I give a joke?
"Gio, that's not funny," I glare at him.
"Yuh nah go dead mumma, Just easy," The man a dead wit' laugh.
No man, I'm convinced.
Minutes after, the car comes to a halt.
I look around.
How didn't I notice that he wasn't heading to my direction?
"Gio, where are we?" I question.
"Yuh just a realize?" He chuckles. "Mi yard," he answers my question.
He starts back the car and a big black gate slides open.
Who told him I wanted to come here?
"Gio, what exactly are we doing here?" I furrow my eyebrows.
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